Suddenly Became a Boy – What Should I Do? - Chapter 65.1

“What nonsense are you spouting!” Lin Xin took a playful jab to the chest from Cheng Shiyin’s small fist, but his heart was brimming with joy.

The rational Cheng Shiyin, who had been earnestly discussing how to handle the situation moments ago, seemed to vanish, replaced by a bashful little cherry tomato. Her cheeks turned bright red, making her look irresistibly sweet. She hadn’t outright rejected him, only pouted a little. It was unbearably cute.

Watching her flustered demeanor, Lin Xin’s heart surged. Unable to resist, he leaned in playfully as if to nibble. Unfortunately, as he tried to get up, his legs—numb from kneeling too long—betrayed him, cramping at just the wrong moment. Instead of reaching her, he collapsed forward with a loud “thud.” While the fall was embarrassing, it snapped him back to his senses. He remembered the seriousness of the situation and the absurdity of what he’d just said.

But love rarely listens to reason.

Cheng Shiyin and Lin Xin seemed to be trading places on the see-saw of logic. As Lin Xin regained clarity, Cheng Shiyin’s reason quietly slipped away.

She didn’t say “yes,” but she didn’t say “no” either. Lin Xin understood—her silence spoke volumes. She had even started preparing for their trip, placing orders for fruits and local specialties to give as gifts.

However, they couldn’t leave immediately. With millions of people recognizing Lin Xin’s face, stepping outside would likely lead to them being mobbed by idle busybodies and overzealous journalists. After all, the story of a boy living in the women’s dorm was the stuff of tabloid gold.

As Lin Xin awkwardly rose to his feet, his legs still trembling, Cheng Shiyin pushed him down into the seat at her vanity. “Some strategic disguising is in order,” she declared, already pulling out her makeup kit.

Lin Xin sat before the mirror, tilting his head back obediently as Cheng Shiyin set to work on his face. This time, the focus wasn’t on changing his clothes but on breaking the image of him embedded in the public’s mind. People’s impression of Lin Xin was largely tied to his youthful, student-like appearance, so Cheng Shiyin’s goal was simple. She needed to strip away that student vibe.

Layer after layer of makeup was applied to Lin Xin’s face, and he couldn’t help but feel like a wall being plastered by a seasoned painter. His face, it seemed, was becoming thicker than the bend of the Great Wall. With a mask like this, Lin Xin thought, “Even if I cut in line on a bus, I could argue my way through anything.”

Yet, Lin Xin couldn’t shake his doubts about how well the disguise would actually work. As someone with minimal knowledge of cosmetics, the heavy layers of foundation reminded him of Japan’s white-faced geishas. Wouldn’t this make him even more conspicuous?

Eventually, Cheng Shiyin stepped away, leaving Lin Xin alone at the vanity. He squinted open one eye, curiosity getting the better of him. But what he saw in the mirror wasn’t a geisha—it was a block of black coal. Or more specifically… “Judge Bao?”

Cheng Shiyin returned, glue in hand. Lin Xin pointed to his forehead and teased, “Are we sticking a crescent moon up here?”

Cheng Shiyin burst out laughing, nearly dropping her supplies. “You’re about as far from Judge Bao’s brilliance as one can get,” she said, wiping her eyes before resuming her work. She laughed so hard her hands shook, but she steadied herself to continue applying makeup.

Lin Xin realized he’d made a fool of himself, but the thick black paint on his face conveniently hid any blush of embarrassment, lending him an air of calm maturity.

With a few more strokes, the glossy black of his face turned into a more subdued matte tone, giving the impression of someone weathered by years of outdoor labor. Gone were the soft, delicate features of a college student, now replaced by a face marked with rugged, weathered lines. In its place was a rugged, hard-earned appearance, almost unrecognizable.

Finally, Cheng Shiyin took the glue and dabbed it under Lin Xin’s chin and nose, sticking bits of shredded false eyelashes to create the illusion of a light stubble.